Losing a Parent to Death is Never Easy

This is the second post in a new series: Walking Through The Pain of Death. The links to the series will be found at the bottom of each post. This series will walk you through the stories of people who have been impacted by death. It will also provide you with insights for how to walk through with grace and love.

Our days are limited. Moments are fleeting. The pain of death will impact the heart of anyone. Today, Lana shares part of her Step Father’s death. He was dear to hear heart…. you can read her story below.

I remember the ride as if it were yesterday. Seasons were changing. Texas summer was turning into a dreadful fall.

My step-dad, who had been married to my Mom since I was 7 was taking me on his motorcycle to a youth function at church. He turned a corner and I grabbed his waist tighter. I remember his laugh as he scared the wits out of me. A sweet memory I hope never to forget.

The next week, changed my life forever. I was in junior high. My Mom woke me up at midnight to tell me there had been an accident and my step-dad had been killed. A driver who had been drinking had passed an 18 wheeler. The fog was so thick that early Halloween morning…he never saw my step-dad on his motorcycle in the oncoming lane. The driver never knew he had 2 kids and a wife only a couple of miles away that lives would be changed forever.

I was a child yet in one night I grew up. Things that seemed important yesterday…didn’t matter anymore.

The next night – a group of men came to our home – they were teachers, choir members, my school superintendent, firemen, deacons, close friends and family. They held hands and formed a circle in our backyard and prayed. No one could see me peeking at them from my Mom’s window in her room. I knew then God had everything under control. There is power in prayer, even for a little one.

There is more to this story…I can’t wait to share more soon.

Lana will share more of her story in the days to come. The emotions behind her loss become raw as she writes and the memories flood her heart.

Remember, this is going to be a series of posts. It may not be daily, but will be available to all. In addition, I have started a facebook group for Walking Through Death. You are welcome to join….to find rest, comfort and shelter during this time or perhaps you may have already tasted the bitterness of death and desire to help others. Join us.

Comments

This is such a brave series to share. I lost both of my parents in a motorcycle accident in 2006 and I find myself wanting to write about it, but often not having any words. Bless you for putting it out there–it changes the face of your holidays, but you can let it work to your good if you choose to turn from bitterness.